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Columns gathered
dappled darkening
bruises on a backdrop
daring her to play in their current
random playground
and horses
go charging
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Advancing closer
currents sprawling
can she stand
the coming storm?
But instead of fleeing homeward
she faces boldly forward
and mounts
the wilding winter steed
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lifted up
excitement racing
electrified and radiating
being pulsing ions rising there’ s no stopping she is writhing
vortex forming heart starts throbbing
body’s aching back is arching and
she comes
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Smashing to the ground
she runs home
safe and grounded
in her flat flannel world
then a spark
illuminating
a few small ions
unexpended from the storm.
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☂by colleen hannah
That little stormy, electric side of me is still in here. I hope. Just have to catch a cloudburst at the right time.
VANCOUVER ISLAND PSYCHOSIS 
There are parts of this I like. The metaphor of the storm for sexual excitement is compelling. I’m a big believer in making the language do the work and not resorting to odd or unusual line breaks to emphasize a tension that already exists.